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I wish Daylight Savings Time would secede nationwide. The do-or-not was really a hassle when I was crossing state lines and doing biz in Arizona as travel times had to be adjusted for the differences. The same with traveling from New Mexico (Mountain time) into neighboring AZ. Oy.

I retired at 55-ish from court and legal work but made it official at 60. DH is 68 and still working, but has reduced his therapy caseload down to one day a week with an added day of notations. He's looking for a one or two day per week temp job in something more physical than his desk job. My dad worked at something (the latter years were quite leisurely) until he was 82, so the standard is set. I'd prefer that Husby have outside interactions; otherwise we might be like two cats in a pillowcase if he were here 24/7. (My first husband opted after awhile to work out of the home while I was and dinners were abnormally silent as we had nothing to talk about as far as what was new in our day.)

microchick --
One poopy dog is bad enough, but 7?!?! Truly a crappy situation.
Sorry about your roo. Kind of bizarre. I'd almost guess hypothermia, but -- hey -- it's MO in the summer daylight, so probably not.
 
No more daylight savings time for Florida either. We voted it out. I guess we voted out snow too. Maybe some of you guys should start a petition for shorter, less harsh winters in your state. It seems to have worked for us.

Remember that baby Sandhill Crane I helped awhile back? I've been enjoying watching it grow up all this time. They are nearly as big as the adults now, and harder to distinguish from their parents at a distance.

Normally they are pretty quiet, but a couple weeks ago, there was a loud clamor from them. Several of us went to see what the commotion was about. Another trio of Sanhills had come to enjoy the bounty around here. The younger ones flocked together, while the older ones held back just a little, but they stayed together the whole day.

When it was time to go home, there was a problem. Youngster from group one, began following group two. Mama Sandhill hollered for youngster one. All the youngsters headed to her. Mama two hollered for hers to come back. All the youngsters headed back to her. Both mamas began hollering. It took a bit for them to get the youngsters to cooperate, sorted out, and head back home. It was a problem for a couple more evenings, but after the third evening, they all had it figured out.

The wild baby bunnies are doing fine, and growing. They run around in the late evening, and early part of the night. Dh tried taking the grands out to see them a couple nights ago. They were too noisy, and scared them, so they didn't get to see them in person, but we catch them on our surveillance cameras, and let the kids watch them that way.
that is a great story!
 
Morning all! Finally! Sunshine this morning. It's windy and warm so hopefully the soggy ground will start to dry out a bit and rain will hold off until it does.

Woke up and dealt with the dilemma of 7 dogs with the runs. Okay you guys, quit laughing, it's not funny. Well yeah, guess it might be. I have been trying to feed them some of the chickens that are in freezer camp but no matter what I do, their digestive system isn't tolerating it. This time I chopped it up in one inch squares and used it for reward treats. Each dog got at the most 6 little one inch squares (or smaller) of chicken breast and scrap meat during a training session. This morning I awoke to an unbelievable mess. Bucket and mop brigade to the rescue and they are out in their yard till it wears off. Now I stuck with about 40 pounds of chicken in the freezer and have to figure out what to do with it other than crock pot it and eat it.

Then last night I had a shock. I found one of my favorite roosters dead. I've posted pics of Z before. He was a big gentle cross of who knows what. He had beautiful fawn colored barring on his feathers and just the best personality. I would assign him to take care of the cockerels and juveniles. Currently he was fostering my Fayoumi juveniles and doing an excellent job. I could walk up to Z at any time, bend over and pick him up without a fuss.

Last night I went out to close up and found him dead, floating in a tub of water that I had collected to use for watering. The tub is an old mineral tub for cattle. No more than a foot deep. I've had it there for three years and no problems with it. I've seen the birds hop up on the rim and get a drink. I've even seen them fall in and launch themselves up and out. It wasn't too deep for him to 'drown' in as he could stand up and his head would be above water. He was floating on his side with his head hanging over the edge and outside the tub. No water drained from his beak when I lifted him out and he was quite rigored.

Yesterday at noon he was fine. 8 pm he is dead and I have no idea what happened to him. DH speculated that maybe he got in a tussle with one of the other roosters and got stunned, flew into the water and couldn't figure out which way was up. IDK. It will remain a mystery. But in the meantime I really miss my guardian 'daddy' rooster.

@trumpeting_angel. DH retired at 62 and I retired with him at 60. Our health wouldn't take being constantly exposed to illness and have no regrets. Retirement is great.
Have you checked the pups for giardia?
 
I wish Daylight Savings Time would secede nationwide. The do-or-not was really a hassle when I was crossing state lines and doing biz in Arizona as travel times had to be adjusted for the differences. The same with traveling from New Mexico (Mountain time) into neighboring AZ. Oy.

I retired at 55-ish from court and legal work but made it official at 60. DH is 68 and still working, but has reduced his therapy caseload down to one day a week with an added day of notations. He's looking for a one or two day per week temp job in something more physical than his desk job. My dad worked at something (the latter years were quite leisurely) until he was 82, so the standard is set. I'd prefer that Husby have outside interactions; otherwise we might be like two cats in a pillowcase if he were here 24/7. (My first husband opted after awhile to work out of the home while I was and dinners were abnormally silent as we had nothing to talk about as far as what was new in our day.)

microchick --
One poopy dog is bad enough, but 7?!?! Truly a crappy situation.
Sorry about your roo. Kind of bizarre. I'd almost guess hypothermia, but -- hey -- it's MO in the summer daylight, so probably not.
It is good to stay busy during retirement for sure
 
oH.... aND I am a Retired Manufacturing Engineer.... Not by choice... but by them selling off my job oversease. That happened when i turned fifty. I banged around pumped gas for Arco... What a hoot of a job... always loved cashireing... Tried another type of job in the design field and went in to Granite Countertop design.... didnt work out.... Oh the work was great management was Draconian in its ways.

Went on to Coordination for design projects for Airconditioning heating and etc for high rise buildings. Was very interesting... But still a male dominated field... big time... Coordination meant taking plumbing heating ducting and return lines follow in a good flow and coordinate with each other...

Then I did ISO9001 Documtntation for a Biomed company for about four years.... When that door closed I was done and spend my time now Taking care of my 102 year old Grandmother. I am now 63. Havent applied for SS yet...

I tinker with Writing and Jewelry making.... Right now I do neither because I am learning to eat all over again after Gastric sleeve surgery.

deb
 
That's hysterical about the cranes. One of those things you wish there was a video of.

I'm pretty sure it was the high fat content of the chicken, Ron. I took a pic of one of the hens and cockerels. Nobody can say they were malnourished,LOL, they are full of fat. Plus we give a broad spectrum wormer along with their heartworm chews once a month thanks to their proclivity for killing and eating their own varmints. Even at 6 years of age, the two oldest dogs will come up with worms every now and then thanks to their love of eating wild rabbit. Vet said to just put them on a monthly wormer so they do Heartgard Plus or Ivermectin along with their preventive.

@trumpeting_angel, I don't think there is enough rice in Missouri that could have plugged those dogs up once the Hershey Squirts hit. It was memorable and took three buckets of water and mopping to set right.

Yeah, it's just weird about Z especially since I've seen the bantam roosters knock one another in that tub and the drenched rooster immediately launch himself out, dripping wet and ready for a fight. They are about half of his size or less. I would understand if one of them turned up dead under the same conditions but not Z. Given the fact that he had his head out of the tub and hanging over the side. It was cool yesterday but not cold. Highs around 70. Some of the birds had been out in the rain so I don't think hypothermia. So back to square 1, namely IDK and probably never will.

The sun's still out here!:weeWe had the longest day of the year and it was so cloudy and rainy that nobody could tell the difference. Oh well, always next year.
 
oH.... aND I am a Retired Manufacturing Engineer.... Not by choice... but by them selling off my job oversease. That happened when i turned fifty. I banged around pumped gas for Arco... What a hoot of a job... always loved cashireing... Tried another type of job in the design field and went in to Granite Countertop design.... didnt work out.... Oh the work was great management was Draconian in its ways.

Went on to Coordination for design projects for Airconditioning heating and etc for high rise buildings. Was very interesting... But still a male dominated field... big time... Coordination meant taking plumbing heating ducting and return lines follow in a good flow and coordinate with each other...

Then I did ISO9001 Documtntation for a Biomed company for about four years.... When that door closed I was done and spend my time now Taking care of my 102 year old Grandmother. I am now 63. Havent applied for SS yet...

I tinker with Writing and Jewelry making.... Right now I do neither because I am learning to eat all over again after Gastric sleeve surgery.

deb
That is a lot of different things to do!
 
Morning all! Finally! Sunshine this morning. It's windy and warm so hopefully the soggy ground will start to dry out a bit and rain will hold off until it does.

Woke up and dealt with the dilemma of 7 dogs with the runs. Okay you guys, quit laughing, it's not funny. Well yeah, guess it might be. I have been trying to feed them some of the chickens that are in freezer camp but no matter what I do, their digestive system isn't tolerating it. This time I chopped it up in one inch squares and used it for reward treats. Each dog got at the most 6 little one inch squares (or smaller) of chicken breast and scrap meat during a training session. This morning I awoke to an unbelievable mess. Bucket and mop brigade to the rescue and they are out in their yard till it wears off. Now I stuck with about 40 pounds of chicken in the freezer and have to figure out what to do with it other than crock pot it and eat it.

Then last night I had a shock. I found one of my favorite roosters dead. I've posted pics of Z before. He was a big gentle cross of who knows what. He had beautiful fawn colored barring on his feathers and just the best personality. I would assign him to take care of the cockerels and juveniles. Currently he was fostering my Fayoumi juveniles and doing an excellent job. I could walk up to Z at any time, bend over and pick him up without a fuss.

Last night I went out to close up and found him dead, floating in a tub of water that I had collected to use for watering. The tub is an old mineral tub for cattle. No more than a foot deep. I've had it there for three years and no problems with it. I've seen the birds hop up on the rim and get a drink. I've even seen them fall in and launch themselves up and out. It wasn't too deep for him to 'drown' in as he could stand up and his head would be above water. He was floating on his side with his head hanging over the edge and outside the tub. No water drained from his beak when I lifted him out and he was quite rigored.

Yesterday at noon he was fine. 8 pm he is dead and I have no idea what happened to him. DH speculated that maybe he got in a tussle with one of the other roosters and got stunned, flew into the water and couldn't figure out which way was up. IDK. It will remain a mystery. But in the meantime I really miss my guardian 'daddy' rooster.

@trumpeting_angel. DH retired at 62 and I retired with him at 60. Our health wouldn't take being constantly exposed to illness and have no regrets. Retirement is great.
Sorry you lost another one Micro, I lost one the other day that got jammed between the coop wall and the platform for the waterer. I didn't notice him there until it was too late. I think he was trying to escape the bigger roosters.
 

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